Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.